Life as a Relic

It’s like
I’m now
a museum
exhibit

Everyone
is welcome
to stop
and stare

But there
is no
touching
allowed

Another Day, Another Hangover

I really
should
get out
of bed

And do
something
less boring
instead

My joy
is in your
weakness.

Your solace
is in my
pain.

Both
forever
destined,

To dance
together
in the rain.